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poetry: kissed

once I was sunkissed
now, not kissed at all
not here in this place
where the winter moon
wakes me
singing tomorrows
through mist
through falling leaves
through frost paintings
no, not like that
raven songs, not doves
trinkets
feathers
bits of string
touch my fingertips
my lips
icy secrets whispered
deep into blanket forts
no, not sunkissed
not kissed at all
still warm

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      • Hi Bridgette the words you wrote are true, we must all use our past experiences to move forward, and seek out warmth As writer’s we do, making people understand and bring hope throught words. We all see things differently love, loss and happiness. There is so much beauty around for all to enjoy

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  10. You already know I like your poem rather much. What I haven’t said yet is how amazing your photograph is. There is “pretty”, lots of them around, and there’s “meaningful” of which this is one. That is the real trick with photography, although I have none of that ability. Good work all around.

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    • Thank you for seeing the work I put into the accompanying photo. That’s always half of the work for me, creating a visual representation of the poem. I’m happy it worked for you 🙂

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    • Thank you. You are right. I already changed one line from
      icy secrets whispered
      to
      whisper icy secrets
      This will probably be one I could add onto as well…perhaps as the seasons shift and more of these internal feelings match up with the external forces of the seasons. This could possibly be a series.

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